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Landon’s POVI sat on the edge of my parents’ leather couch and tried not to look at the family photos lining the wall. Fishing trips. Christmas mornings. Birthday cakes with bad frosting. Proof that once upon a time, I hadn’t fucked everything up.My body had mostly healed up from the beatings and the bullshit I'd been through but inside, I felt like a fucking hollowed-out shell. Empty. Like someone had scooped out everything that mattered and left me with this gnawing void. Kendra sat next to me, her hands folded over her belly that's just starting to show, looking all nervous and quiet. Mom was on the other side of Dad, fidgeting with her tea mug, and my old man was in his big armchair staring me down with those hard eyes that used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid."So," my old man started, breaking the silence. "We need to talk about next steps."I didn’t say anything. He cleared his throat. "You’ve had time to recover. You’re back on your feet. That means it’s time

Kasey’s POV I curled up tighter in the bed, the sheets twisting around my legs like they were trying to hold me together. But nothing could. The sobs ripped out of me, shaking my whole body until my teeth chattered. Tears soaked the pillow, pooling under my cheek. I couldn't stop them. Wouldn't stop them even if I tried.How could he do this to me? The man who'd kissed me like I was his last breath, who'd touched me like he couldn't get enough. I could wrap my head around him putting my name up for that marriage deal with the Falcone family. Tyler had explained it clear enough—club politics, alliances, keeping the peace. It made a twisted kind of sense in our messed-up world. But the rest? The lies? That gutted me.Why had he fed me that bullshit about teaching me how to make Leo fall for me? He knew Leo had feelings for me. So why did he offer to give me the lessons? Was it all just so he could get me into bed? Just to claim all my firsts; my first real kiss and my first time? He'd

Landon’s POVI didn’t know how long I’d been standing outside after Kasey ran. Minutes. Hours. Long enough for the sky to bruise from blue to that dull, dirty purple that came before night.I stayed where I was because if I went back inside, everything that had happened in the last three days would become real. The fight with Tyler. The vote. The looks from my men. The fucking disappointment from my old man. The disgust in my mother’s eyes. All of it.I could still see the way her shoulders had hitched with those silent sobs as she turned. The desperate scramble of her boots on the gravel as she ran. I’d watched until she was just a blur, then a shadow, then nothing.I’d done that. Every fucking tear was on me. I’d aimed for the heart and nailed it. I wanted her to hate me. Needed her to. If hatred was the fuel that got her the hell away from me, then I’d gladly be the villain. She was supposed to marry some rich doctor, live in a big house mansion with a green lawn, have kids who n

Wow. So much for a warm welcome.I opened my mouth, ready to snap back, ready to tell him exactly how thoroughly he’d ruined everything; my plans, my sleep, my sense of direction, my heart. A dozen sharp retorts crowded my tongue.None of them came out.My gaze snagged on the white bandage wrapped around his ear instead. It looked so wrong on him. Landon was supposed to be indestructible. Seeing proof that he wasn’t made my chest ache in a weird way. Why did I even care?He lied to me. Sold me out to the Antonellis like I was nothing. I should’ve been glad he’d fallen. I should’ve felt vindicated. So why did it still hurt for him?"I heard…" My voice came out thin and frayed. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I heard you got shot."A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Yeah. I got shot. If you’re here to see whether I’m still alive, you’re wasting your time. I am. Now get lost."He started to close the door.My hand shot out without thinking, slapping against the wood to stop it. "Wait."

"You, obviously," Tess said softly."And his brother," Maeve added. "Leo isn’t speaking to him. At all. And then there’s Tyler.""Tyler?" Did they fight? I mean, they had to seeing that Tyler knew about us now. Were the bruises on his knuckles from them fighting? Oh, God. What had I done?"Yeah. Word is Tyler’s done with him too. He cut him off completely. Reaper’s down his best friend." Maeve shook her head. "But the big one is the club. The vote happened this morning.""What vote?""To confirm him as the heir. The future president of the Club." She let out a low whistle. "It wasn’t even close. Ninety percent voted against him. They stripped him the title. He’s out." What? How could that even happen? Landon was the most hardworking member of the club. He’d bled for it, shown up every time, done everything right. He deserved to be the future president.So why would almost everyone vote against him?The question clawed at my chest and no matter how I turned it over in my mind, none of

I froze and looked away, fixing my gaze on the window. The sky outside was dull with clouds that looked like they might never break. It felt fitting somehow, like the world had decided to match the weight sitting in my chest."I know what happened between you," he said after a while.My shoulders tightened. What was I even supposed to say? Congratulations you found out I slept with your best friend? Or maybe, Sorry, I slept with your best friend? Neither felt like the right words. Hell, there were no right words."I failed you," he went on. "I let my best friend take advantage of you right under my nose.""He didn’t—" The words flew out of me on instinct before I could stop them. "It was consensual, Tyler. He might have lied to me, but he didn’t force me to do anything. I made the decisions to do whatever we did myself.""He took advantage," Tyler said gently. "He was the adult in the situation. He was supposed to know better.""I’m also an adult," I muttered, hating how small my voic

Raven's POV I stared at my reflection, fighting the urge to punch the mirror out of frustration. The outfit was bad, like real bad. A neon, bubblegum-pink two piece that made me look like I was trying way too hard and failing anyway."I cannot believe you made me wear pink," I groaned dropping the blush brush onto the cluttered counter. "Of all the colors in the entire fucking world and you made me wear this."Starlet popped up behind me in the mirror, wearing an even brighter pink shade. Her face lit up with that bright smile."Isn’t it great? And before you say anything, I only have pink outfits. But seriously, you look amazing. This color brings out the rose in your cheeks.""That’s the blush you caked on me," I deadpanned, poking at my cheek. "And don’t try to sweet-talk me. I know I look weird."Her smile softened into something more genuine and a little vulnerable. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "But I’m just… I’m glad you don’t hate me for it. For loving pink, I mean."I glan

Dominic’s POVThe moment I first understood what my dick was capable of, the way it could short-circuit my brain and pull a blinding, shuddering pleasure straight from my spine, I knew one thing for sure.I fucking loved sex.The burn in my veins when a woman looked at me like I was the most dangerous thing she’d ever wanted? Better than any drug. I loved losing myself in it until the whole damn world faded out and all that was left was the heat and the feeling and the fucking glorious release when I came.But sex was just one leg of the stool. The whole shit-show of my life stood on three things.Three obsessions.Sex. Power. Money.My unholy trinity.Money wasn’t just a tool to me; it was obedience. With the right amount, men who swore they’d die before kneeling suddenly forgot they had spines. They’d hand over secrets, switch sides, sell out their own blood if the price was high enough. People liked to pretend loyalty meant something. It didn’t. Money proved it every single day and

"Oh, we don’t really do real names up here," Starlet said, relaxing again, clearly thinking I was just making conversation. "She went by Pixie." She smiled. "Like me. Starlet’s just my stage name. My real name’s Stella. But don’t let that get around, okay? It’s our little secret.""Your secret is safe with me." I mumbled. Pixie. They all used fake names. Pixie could’ve been Haley… or not. I had nothing solid to go off yet.We stopped in front of a door marked with a small, silver 7. Starlet turned to me, her warm smile returning. "So, what’s your name anyway? I can’t keep calling you new girl.""It's Raven."She blinked. "Okay… and is that your stage name?""Real name and stage name."Her eyebrows went straight up. "Seriously? You’re using your actual name?" She let out a soft, incredulous laugh. "Wow. That’s bold."The pieces were clicking into place. I needed to know about that previous roommate. I needed to get into that room, see if there was anything left behind, any clue. Starl

"Don’t mind Bree," a voice cut through my simmering anger. "Her attitude is permanently set to frostbite."I turned and finally got a good look at the girl who’d appeared beside me. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long dark hair streaked with electric pink framed her face, and beautiful tattoos climbed her toned arms, disappearing beneath the low curve of her pink lace top.She jerked her head toward the hallway. "C’mon, fresh meat. I’ll give you the grand tour before the vultures descend." She winked as she slipped into the hall. "I’m Starlet, by the way."I nodded and fell into step beside her, my heels sinking into the plush carpet. The noise of the main room faded behind us, replaced by a dimmer, more controlled hum. Starlet moved with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of this place and expected me to keep up. And I was determined to do exactly that. Because if she knew this place inside-out, then I damn well needed to know it better.She pointed to a room on our left, dr

The chilled air was a shock against my skin, a sudden invasion that tightened my flesh and pulled my nipples into two hard, desperate points. I walked to the full-length mirror and forced myself to look.The woman staring back was a stranger. My dark hair hung in wild, tangled waves around my shoulders. Across the sharp curve of my hips, faint yellow bruises bloomed like fading flowers—a fucking map of where Dominic’s hands had claimed me. My gaze slid over my own tits, still buzzing with the memory of his rough palms, down the flat plane of my stomach and settled on the dark, neatly trimmed hair between my thighs. Right there. The center of a throbbing, fucking relentless ache.My lungs seized for a second. I could almost feel his fingertips tracing the impossible softness of my inner thigh, that final, agonizing inch before he’d… Fuck. The memory alone was a live wire against my nerves. It was infuriating. It was the most degrading and exhilarating feeling of my life.How? How did

The ache between my thighs was a fucking traitor.A dull, insistent throb that refused to be ignored, like someone tapping a knife against the inside of my skull just to remind me of what I’d done. Of what he had done. It had been my unwanted companion for two long, humiliating days. Two days of trying not to think about him and failing with spectacular consistency.Every shift against the ridiculously soft silk sheets sent a fresh ripple of soreness through me. A subtle reminder of everything I wanted to forget and everything my body refused to let go of. My mind, equally treacherous, replayed everything in an unforgiving detail.The weight of his body pressing me into this very mattress. The bruising grip of his hands on my hips, claiming, controlling, making sure I felt who I belonged to in that moment. The low, primal sounds he made when he was buried so deep inside me that I wasn't entirely sure where he ended and where I began.And worst of all—how I’d responded.Like I’d been